Date: Tue, 17 Nov 2009 13:17:03 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee
Subject: FoR SaLE By OwNEr: CK's STuD MuFFiN PaRTy 06
You know the drill: The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format
of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is
entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon
persons, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns,
villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or
non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene
involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here?
Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up
your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under
18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read
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% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
protection.
FoR SaLE By OwNEr: CK's STuD MuFFiN PaRTy 06
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Alex smiled at the preferential treatment Kyle was receiving, Nalin gently
combing the side of Kyle's face as he asks, "I know you are anxious to be
up and about, but if you feel even the 'slightest' amount of pain I want
you to tell me?"
"Now that you are putting that way, sure!"
"Uh-huh?" Alex replies.
"You have nothing to worry about Alex," Kyle says, detecting jealousy, but
knowing Alex is just having some fun with him.
"Me? Worried?"
Their attention was drawn to Ron, gently rolling Kyle over to the side of
the pool. "You owe me Alex!" he said with a wink.
"Ron, will you lower the bed?" Nalin tells him.
"Sure," he says, his eyes still affixed on Alex.
"Lower? The bed?" Kyle asks. I didn't know this bed had special features?"
Nalin clues Kyle in, "Mr. Karlyle ordered this especially for you, courtesy
of himself and Mr. Braddock."
"Stephen did this for me, too?" Kyle replied, his voice inflection
replicating his appreciation for the invested thought.
Alex jokes, "I don't know what he sees in you!"
Kyle sticks his tongue out at Alex.
Thinking about it, Alex can't wait till Kyle has the ability to use that
tongue on him!
"Ron?"
"Yes?" Ron switches his focus from Alex to Nalin.
But Carman answers for Nalin, "Get at your fuckin' corner Ron!"
"Alright... alright... I'm goin'.. I'm goin'."
"They are going to move you gently from the bed to where you are sitting on
the first step. Kyle, please," Nalin says in a begging manner, "if anything
bothers you, let me know?"
"Oh, don't you worry about that, Nalin. You'll know!"
Alex too was on the lookout for signs which would suggest his lover showing
discomfort. "You okay?"
"So far," Kyle says.
The four lift the corners of the sheet, their strength pulling it tautly,
at the same time supporting Kyle's weight.
"It hurts!" Kyle blurts out.
Instead of halting the lifting, Nalin reaches over and touches Kyle's
shoulder.
"It doesn't hurt now," Kyle reports.
"How did you do it?" Alex asks.
"A family secret," Nalin replies with a smile.
As they furthered Kyle closer and closer to his butt sitting on the first
step of the pool, uprighted his bod, Nalin kept in contact, hovering over
his charge.
"Oh-h-h-h," Kyle replied.
Alex smiled, thinking of how Kyle reacted, same as if he was being stroked!
"Now," Nalin continued instruction, "Alex, you sit next to Kyle."
At that, they all began leaving, Hiro tidying up on the bed.
"Ron?" Nalin called.
"Oh yeah. Sure." And before Ron left the side of the pool, "Don't forget
Alex. We have a date in the gym later!"
As he is leaving, Alex says to Kyle, "That's what 'he' thinks!"
"I think you should go and have some fun with him, Alex."
"What? You've got to be joking. I'm not going to the gym to turn his
chiseled abs into jelly."
Kyle replies, more in a sweeter voice, "I'm not suggesting it Alex. I'm not
an expert at this, but in my opinion Ron wants to have some fun being
'owned'. Just have him do some pushups and crunches. Humor the guy!"
"I suppose I could do that, but I want to be with you too, honey."
Giggling, Kyle stopped, saying, "Oh man I can't laugh without it hurting."
"What are you laughing at?"
"Not 'at', but it was the first time I ever heard you call me 'honey'. It
was real sweet of you Alex."
"I didn't even know I did."
"You did."
"I guess sometimes when you're feeling something, the words just flow out
without thinking about it," Alex summed up.
"Could be."
"Hey guys?"
Alex and Kyle look up to see Ron holding a lounge chair.
"What's up Ron?"
"Nalin thought it might be a cool idea if we submerge this chair in the
pool and Kyle could sit on it."
Right behind Ron was Nalin, who directed Ron to hold the chair underwater,
then the other three, plus Alex, manoever him about so he lay in the lounge
chair. It floated! But nobody could be as happier as Kyle, all those hands
touching him as they 'floated' him into the chair, at the same time helping
Nalin to remove the sheet and garments.
"That was a nice bonus!" Kyle says. "Thanks, guys!"
"Is that all I get?" Alex says.
They all laugh their asses off when Kyle reaches up tucks his hand up
Alex's right leg, targeting the package.
"Mm-m-m, now that's more like it!" Alex exclaims.
"I'd like some 'thanks' too?" Ron asks, feeling up his crotch.
Dwelling on Kyle's thoughts, Alex replies, "Oh, I'll be giving tons of
thanks later in the gym, Ron!"
"Really?"
Carman states, "Yeah and Hiro and I'll be there too to make sure you get
what's coming to you Ron!"
"Hell yeah!"
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He sat there in a director's chain, even though he wasn't directing
anything. Before him stood Troy, Michael on the side, sitting on a padded
bench. "Hmm," Cayman says, assessing the situation, but mainly gazing upon
the beefy, muscled blond, going over him like a fine-toothed comb, the same
he would give any guy in a speedo with no shirt. "So Troy, give me three
good reasons why I should allow you to stay?"
"Well, Mr. Karlyle, for my whole life I've felt like I haven't accomplished
anything."
"What about schooling?"
"Well, yes, but everybody goes through schooling and by the end of high
school, most people are supposed to know what they want to do. I know there
are others like me, but it's bugged me because I'm not sure what I want to
do. I thought, since Uncle Lloyd offered me this job, it would be a good
place to start."
"Sounds logical. Next answer?"
"I'm a people person. I know I haven't been accused of assuming the role of
a social butterfly, but if the right subject is chosen I can hold a
conversation. I thought maybe I would like to have a job which deals with a
diversity of people," Troy replies.
Carman found it interesting, a guy with Troy's good looks and the bod to
match also showed intelligence. "Suppose you were in conversation with a
model and.."
And Tom Space happened to be in transit from one house duty to the next,
passing through...
"Oh Tom?"
"Yes Mr. Karlyle?" If it were business, Tom always used the proper
surname-calling, but casually, reverted to first name basis.
"Ask Troy a question."
It wouldn't be the first time Cayman pulled this trick on Tom, so he was
all prepared to pull a question out of thin air, "I'm on a trip from New
York to Las Vegas. I arrive at the airport, but find out my luggage is in
St. Louis. I'm complaining to the airline and you happen to be nearby. If
and how would you respond to my situation?"
"Um, ah... I'm not sure Tom," Troy replied.
"If it was me," Michael says, getting up from his perch on the bench, "I
would probably feel very sympathizingly sorry for him," he tried acting out
with the vocabulary he knew. Cayman went to interject something, but
Michael cut him off, "... and since I have this kind place in my heart," he
put his palm over his left pec, stopping for a second, "...ooh that felt
good," he gives his left nip a little tug, then heads off on a tangent,
"Have you got sensitive nips Tom?"
Tom, standing there cross-legged, leaning on a table top, says to Michael,
"I don't know. How does one find out?" he plays along.
"I could show you?" Michael replies.
Cayman didn't interrupt because not only was he being entertained, but
watching Michael walk over to Tom and tantalize his nips, sending Tom
through the ceiling with pleasure, it also engaged his nads and sent his
hormones into override!
"Oh-h-h-h-h... that... feels.... so-damn-good!" Tom replied, standing up
straight, his hands drifting to behind his head, surrendering his pecs to
Michael's torment.
Halting suddenly, Michael says, "Yep Tom! You've got sensitive nips!"
"You're not going to leave me in the middle?" Tom whined.
'Middle?' Michael thought, his eyes shooting downwards, seeing Tom's speedo
jutting out almost a foot. "Of course not," Michael replies, "and if Troy
were in the airport, listening to you bellyache about your luggage, he'd
probably come over to you and without question, throw your ass over the
counter and give you something real to bellyache about!"
"Bravo!" Cayman called out.
"Cayman?" Tom questioned him.
Overriding Tom's astonishment, Cayman stands, advances to Troy and asks,
"So, Troy, how would you feel having your cock up Tom's ass and fucking him
wildly?"
Part of his answer was already there, Troy's speedo already showing his
answer!
Figuring this a trick question, Troy, all eyes on him, says, "Not in an
airport Mr. Karlyle. I'd prefer having private sex with Tom, behind closed
doors."
To Cayman, with these question and answer sessions, sometimes there was no
right, nor wrong answer. "Good answer. Tom, have you got anymore questions
for Troy?"
"Yeah. When do we get to the 'private sex behind closed doors' part?"
Michael had the answer, "Whenever you feel a need for a protein supplement,
Tom!"
"I see." Then, "Well I have some business to attend to, but maybe later you
and I could connect, Troy?"
Totally surprised by Tom's answer, not to mention all the loose talk,
something he did not dwell on in private or publicly, Troy replies, "I
guess we could."
But Michael, more eager to see Tom 'taken care of', stresses, "What time
you get off work, Tom?"
Cayman was thoroughly enjoying this, especially Michael's outgoing,
unhindered emotional responses. He thought Tom's erection has something to
do with Troy and 'feeling sorry for him', says, "Why don't you take the
rest of the day off Tom and let your assistant handle your workload?"
"Oh."
"What's the matter, Tom?"
"The reason I wanted to see you. Justin never made it out here." And Tom,
seemingly in an annoyed tone, showing it, with his arms folded across his
middle, "seems like he took another job."
"I see. Well..."
In the meantime, Troy was feeling very 'depressed', like the bottom falling
out of the stock market.
Michael to the rescue, "I'm looking for a job!"
"You, huh?" Cayman thought about it right then and there, his tongue stuck
in the side of his mouth while he tossed the idea around. "Do you have any
experience at being a house-man, Michael?"
"Nope! But I pick up things real quick!"
He liked Michael's energy, plus his quick-wittedness, not to mention he was
very cute and had a great smile, so responded, "Tom, have Timothy put
Michael on the payroll."
"Cool! Thanks Cayman!" Michael replies, skipping over the formalities.
Cayman giggled, Michael coming over and shaking his hand, but also looking
down at his crotch.
"I'd take care of that for you, but I've got a boyfriend!"
Tom broke from pose, a sadness coming over him as he inquires, "You and
Troy?"
"Oh no," Michael responds. Troy and me are friends. My boyfriend, Scotty,
is in the kitchen picking up some cooking hints." And thinking it wouldn't
hurt to put in a good word for him, "Scotty's going to the International
Cooking School in the fall?"
It was like waiting for an answer and not meant to, but putting the screws
to Cayman, they all looked for an immediate answer.
"Well.. uh... I suppose I won't know if I don't go to the kitchen and see
what he's cooking up! Tom, why don't you show Michael around... and Troy,
why don't you escort me to the kitchen and at the same time I'll show you
around?"
"Sure Mr. Karlyle."
"Call me Cayman, Troy?"
"Whatever you say, Mr. Karlyle."
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"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine Alex. You don't have to sit with me. You can go and swim around."
"But what happens if you start floating away?"
"I'm not like going to go over Niagra, Alex!"
At the top of the stairs, suddenly Nalin was there as if an apparition. "It
would be a good thing. In fact I have come for your therapy session."
Same time, almost as quick as Nalin appeared, 'ghost Ron' was there at his
side. "Hey Alex, how about you and me go work out at the gym?"
"I don't think right now, Ron."
"Alex?"
"Yeah hon?"
Kyle smiled, thinking Alex didn't know he did it again, but said, "Alex, go
have some fun?"
"You really want me to?" he pouts, his bottom lip covering his top.
"Yes, I really want you to and not for only ten minutes?"
"You're trying to get rid of me?" Alex replies, not too seriously.
Not serious at all, Kyle says, "Yep!"
Alex gave Kyle a kiss.
While in the pool, Alex had managed to slip out of his speedo. Upon exiting
the pool, Ron's wandering eyes reminded him, "Oh yeah. I forgot. Geoff said
outside the residences we need to 'coverup'!"
"Need some help there Alex?" Ron asks, as Alex tries stepping into his wet
speedo.
Thinking on Kyle's words, 'have some fun', he decided to have some 'fun'
with Ron, replying, "Yeah, could you hold them for me while I lean on your
shoulders?"
"Really?" Ron exclaims, unexpecting the unexpected.
Alex played him for all he was worth.
First Ron bends over, holding the small wrapper in his hands. "This okay?"
It probably would be, but Alex was feeling mighty horny and 'evil'. "Um,
maybe it would be better getting on your knees, Ron?"
Ron didn't say anything, but Alex could tell he was agreeable to his
suggestion, smiling as he got down on his caps.
He knew Ron's face would fall approximately aligned to his crotch and
teased him while teasing his cock!
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Troy was all eyes, looking everywhere as they toured Cayman's mansion, in
the direction of the back door. "Is this all these guys do all day, sit
around and talk?"
"Oh no. They're waiting for the makeup guys to get here."
"Makeup? Makeup what?"
Cayman laughed, then proceeded, "To change the tint of their chests,
stomach, highlight their pubes. There's more to making gay calendars,
cinema and..." he was going to say porn, but said, "whatever other
assignments, you know?"
"I didn't, Mr. Karlyle. I never guessed. I thought you put a towel around a
guy and that was it!"
And Cayman had a good feeling about Troy. It wasn't only he was blond,
blue-eyed Scandanavian babe, but in need of a 'career'. "Troy, how would
you like to be Mr. July for our next calendar?"
"Mr. July? You mean the 2010 Calendar?"
"To start, 2011 and who knows where that will lead you!"
"I don't know Mr. Karlyle. I'd have to think about something like this,"
Troy replied nervously.
"You and Tom think about it Troy."
"Tom?" Troy asks.
"Why yes," Cayman replies rather jovial, "you're a guest without a room and
Tom will have to make due sharing!"
"Sharing?" Troy thought it over, not quite making the connection. Then,
making the connection, "You mean Tom and I will be sleeping together?"
"I'm not drawing any conclusions Troy. We better get on with our tour."
Though, Cayman was betting his last dollar something would materialize
between the two. He knew for a fact Tom was careful about who handled his
anatomy and if it wasn't right with him, he wouldn't have pursued meeting
with Troy behind closed doors!
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"Well, how do you like the place?"
"There's enough exercise equipment in here to handle an army!" Alex
exclaimed, seeing the row of treadmills and machines dotting the floormat.
"And through here," Ron led him inside a side room, "are the lockers,
showers and a door which leads to the jacuzzi and steam room."
Alex, amazed, "This place has everything!"
Ron eyes Alex up and down, "Now it does!"
Then he watches as Ron opens a locker, peels off his speedo, balls it up
and pitches it inside. "Want to share a locker?"
Kyle said to have fun, so Alex does the same, watching Ron's head bob
downwards. "Don't forget to lock it Ron. Don't want anybody stealing my
personal speedo!"
"Speedos are a dime a dozen around here, Alex."
"Not 'this' one. I made it last night."
"Made it? Wait!" Ron says, picking Alex's speedo out of the locker,
stretching it lengthwise from hip to hip and looking it over, front and
back. "Looks like any other speedo."
"I know, but there's a difference," Alex replied, grabbing it in the middle
and tossing it back in and shutting the locker door.
"What would that be?"
"It's got my scent on it!"
"I have a feeling this isn't going to be any usual workout!"
Deemed to have fun, Alex wasn't into anything which would constitute
cheating on his 'honey', whatever Ron's opinions happened to be, he so
stated it right from beginning, "Ron, I happen to be very much in love with
Kyle and..."
"Alex, I'm not suggesting we get romantic..." and making it into a joke,
"just beat me up, that's all!"
"I'm going to have a problem with that too," Alex replied.
"We'll see," Ron says.
So they wound up working some of the machines, Ron showing Alex how to load
the weights, seeing how much Alex could lift, adding weights, pyramiding
backwards and after about forty minutes the two were sweating, Ron entirely
'forgetting' to crank up the AC!
"How about a shower Alex?"
Somehow Alex didn't trust this, so had to think quick for a
diversion. "What about your abs test?"
"With the sweat, your fist will slide right off my stomach."
Alex stood there with a look and explained himself, "I might be dumb, but
I'm not stoopid Ron."
"Yeah, I guess not. Okay. Let's get on with the gut bashing."
"I don't want to do that either."
"Alex," Ron says, placing a hand on Alex's shoulder, then face to face
explaining, "I'm not sure how to put this where you will understand,
but... I'm a muscle worshipper, except I like to sometimes worship my 'own'
muscles. I take pride in building up these abs," Ron slaps his taut
sixpack, "and part of the building is the breaking down. Understand?"
"Nope," Alex replies.
"I didn't think so."
They seemed at a stalemate. "Listen Alex, if it's not you doing it, it'll
be another guy, but unlike you it wouldn't be a hot stud like you. You're a
great looking guy, Alex, tall, dark hair... oh and love the hairy chest,
but I don't want to have sex with you." Ron rethinks it, "I take that
back."
"You mean the part about being tall, dark and hairy?"
"No. The sex part, but I know you're committed, so I'm not going to
pressure you Alex. But do this one thing for me? I swear, it's nothing
dangerous and I'm really going to get something out of it."
"I don't think I will Ron." Alex replies.
Ron comes back with, "But you don't know if you don't try, Alex?"
Logic was slowly going out the window. He figured he could talk Ron out of
it, but he wasn't winning. Kyle told him to have fun and 'fun' to Ron was
having his abs bashed in. "Okay. I'll try it Ron. What do I have to do?"
"Nothing. Just stand there in front of me," Ron said while reaching up and
grabbing a bar.
Alex was amazed at how Ron, stretching his bod to capacity, made his abs
look even more defined, his pecs tight. "You shave your pits?"
"And chest. I prefer being smooth," then looking down his bod, spying the
treasure trail, "Except the trail."
"Looks nice," Alex compliments, something he's always liked on guys, a
neat, defined lead-in to the crotch!
"Okay, I'm ready."
"I still don't know about this Ron."
"It's okay Alex. Just take it easy."
'Easy', Alex thinks, feeling up his left fist with the palm of his right
hand.
"You a lefty?"
"Yup. Does it matter?"
"Not to me it doesn't. Use both if you want?"
In a last ditch effort, Alex says, "How about I don't use either?"
"You could do it that way if you prefer?"
Thinking he was suggesting being out of the game, he watches as Ron lets
go, walks over to the dumbbell rack and comes back with two.
"You can start with the three pounder, then upgrade to five pounds. I'll
let you know when you can switch to a heavier weight."
Somehow Alex rationalized less contact would be different than feeling
knuckle contact with Ron's stomach. "Do we really have to do this Ron?"
He was already to go, arms extended up and outwards, hands wrapped around
the overhead bar, tightened core and then to hear Alex try to back out,
figured this wasn't going anywhere.
"Nah," Ron tried hiding his disappointment, "I'll get Carman or Hiro to do
it. "No sweat, Alex," he said, taking the weights back to the rack. Not
inviting Alex, he says, "I'm gonna hit the showers."
The tone of voice, the dropping of his head like in defeat, Alex watched
Ron's beaten pride take it's toll. "Ron?"
"Yeah?" Ron replies, half in and out of the doorway to the locker room,
bracing the frame with his hands on the walls.
He sported a little smile to show a truce, "I might not get the chance to
do this again, so maybe we should do it?"
Ron walks back in, taking a casual stroll, "Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I'm sure." In reality, Alex was thinking on going back to Kyle and
having to tell him he left Ron an unhappy camper.
"You're not gonna woos-out on me after I get the weights?"
Holding up his left arm, Alex says, "I'm going to use my fist."
"Fuckin' hot, Alex!" he pats Alex on the back.
"Just watch the hands, Ron?" he said with a smile.
Back on good terms, Ron replies, "You can take it out on my abs!"
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"Chef Kholafai?" Cayman calls out as they enter the massive kitchen. With
about six racks hanging from the ceiling, all shapes and sizes of pots and
pans hanging from them, utensils to accompany, it was tough to look beyond,
so he and Troy wove their bods around it in serpentine fashion.
"Maybe they went out to shop for an ingredient or something?" Troy
suggests.
"Highly unlikely. We usually order by phone and have it delivered," Cayman
replies. "Oh well! Looks like you get the tour without them!"
So, he goes about showing Troy the 'sinks', 'dishwasher', and with unknown
motives towards Troy, "And 'this' is the pantry!"
But swinging open the door they both got a big surprise!
"Chef Kholafai?" Cayman remarks with ghastly surprise.
There, Kholafai leaned over a pallet of potatotes.
Scotty, buried up to the hilt, worked his ass over!
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The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness!
TCMcP.....